I wish I could forget how easily you lied… and I wish I could tell if you were lying now. We spend most our nights holding each other… but the intimacy it once held is gone… why can’t you lay with me with out her? why was everything perfect when we lived a lie? I want things to be like they were… for me to so madly in love with you again… but I can’t…. I can’t forget her voice, or her face. And even though you picked me… I don’t always feel like the winner. I just feel torn. Torn between what was, what could be, and the now. Not that the now is bad… it’s just filled with this wall, a wall aching to be torn down again…. but it just keeps getting higher… and the closer we think we are… the further apart we really drift.